hip; imitate it, my child!"

The girls were already turning over the boys' supply of boxes to select
those suitable for the chairs for the children. They took four that
had held lemons or other fruit and were tall and narrow when stood on
end. The boards they were made of were very light but quite solid
enough to hold the weight of a small child. To make it firm upon the
ground, however, they sawed a piece of heavy plank a little larger than
the end upon which the box was to stand and nailed it on from the
inside.

When the high chair was done the boys complimented their co-workers on
the success of their first experiment.

"I hardly could have done it better myself," said Roger grandly.

All the high chairs were covered with blue and white cretonne to match
the blue and white of the dining room and the girls set to work to tack
on the outside covering and to cut out the covers of the small cushions
that were to make the seat and back comfortable. The cushions
themselves they had made from ticking filled with excelsior when they
had calculated the number of high chairs they must have.

The boys, meanwhile were constructing two chairs of quite different
build. One was a heavy chair for the hall or the veranda, its original
condition being a packing box a foot and a half deep, about twenty
inches wide and three or four feet long. This also was set on end, and
the other end and the cover were laid aside to be used in making the
seat and in shutting in the openings below the seat.

"How are you going to fasten that seat so it won't let the sitter down
on the floor?" inquired Ethel Blue, as James explained what he was
going to do.

"Do you see these cleats, ma'am? These are each a foot long. I nail
one of these standing up straight at each edge of the sides and the
back--six of them altogether. Then I lay three other cleats across
their tops--thusly."

"O, you've made a sort of framework that will support the seat! I get
that!" exclaimed Ethel Blue.

"All you have to do now is to nail your seat boards on to those
horizontal cleats and it's as firm as firm can be."

"Aren't you going to do something with those sides--those arms, or
whatever you call them?" inquired Ethel Brown. "They seem sharp and
uncomfortable and in the way to me."

Both boys studied the chair seriously before answering. Then they took
a pencil and paper and consulted.

"I should think it would look pretty well to cut out a right